I waited for you on this cold day.
I know you didn’t know. Now you know -
I waited for you. On this cold day.
No, you don’t have to apologize.

Everything was decided beyond us.
I waited, ‘cause I wanted so.
Everything was decided. Beyond us.
I knew you wouldn’t come anyway.

No, don’t tell me you could’ve come
if only you would’ve could’ve known.
No, don’t tell me you could’ve come.
I hate lies. EVEN the beautiful ones.

Doris Kareva “The End”

* translated